Dear Diary,

It's day four with my mentor.

My mentor doesn't have a name.  He says its because he doesn't have an identity…

"I live inside you," he whispers to me.

I've hired him on to help me steal my brother's girlfriend Jamey.  She is my soulmate.  She belongs to me.

My mentor believes that in order for me to be with Jamey, I must first become her.  "The self is always attracted to itself first," he tells me. 

Our sessions always begin at midnight when he crawls out from under my bed.  He is currently living in my room without my parents knowing.  He sleeps during the day and comes out at night—"As does magic" he says, closing his eyes… "If you align yourself with it, the world is yours." He then sneaks down into the basement's bathroom and takes a dump.

On the second day, he popped out from under my bed with a bag of magic mushrooms.  "I don't drink or do drugs," I told him.  My voice cracked as I got a little nervous.  But he told me magic mushrooms are an essential ingredient to discovering who exactly Jamey is.  And if I am to know her…to become her…I had to take the mushrooms and unlock her dark secrets.

He was so right.

That night, me and my mentor discovered insane information about Jamey that nobody knows. 

My heart sank and grew at the same time when he helped me reveal this information.  He had me become Jamey and he asked me what was my darkest secret.  Letting the magic take over me, I closed my eyes and paused for a second.  

Then I slowly opened them and softly whispered…

"I once killed a guy."

 

She must of been so scared.  I love her so much.

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 (My Mentor)


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